You was born and there was an empty sky, a lot of stars too. Then pastures, cows, all that a boy can see everywhere.
But you was alone No man understood what you wanted expressing. There was an old motorbike too. It was hidden
Among cornfields, tarmac and your biggest desire to be happy. You are not a legend, you are not an icon; just a boy
Without a father. You wished what every boy want. So, in this big country, you walked a deaf childhood: no words,
No smiles, just the hot breathe of emotionless people. It wasn't different then. Neon light and girls'smiles, your face
Attached everywhere and the entire world to empathise to yourself. Your life passed quickly away. So, in a fast car,
Again to find, again to try living that piece of bread that no one ever gave you. You died alone as you lived alone. This
Was what has been about your rage, your need to be loved. Now your father you see, after after the crash, after the life.
